As of next weekend, your Mama will officially be full-term. Feel free to come at any point after this.
To say I've been uncomfortable as of late would be an understatement. The plethora of pregnancy symptoms I've been experiencing has been confounded by the busiest work week of the year (not to mention your kicks are feeling less like sweet little butterflies and more like an actual human being repeatedly kicking my ribs and punching my bladder). There’s nothing like the sweet promise of the end of pregnancy to make you look forward to labor! Daddy and I are trying to get things in order for your arrival, but we still have lots to do. Furniture to paint, baby essentials to buy, car seats to install- it’s a lot. We’re also trying to mentally/physically prepare for your delivery as best we can- I will leave it at that, because I’d like to give you some time earthside before I start mortifying you with my all-too-honest confessions.
Maternity leave is just around the corner and I can’t wait. With the snow falling and the cold chilling me to the bone, the idea of spending my days snuggling with you sounds like absolute perfection. We still haven’t settled on a name (I’m adamant that I need to see your face and actually meet you before I can finalize the decision), but we’re pretty darn close.
All in all, your Daddy has been a saint. Making sure Mommy is always well fed and hydrated, helping to carry groceries into the house and just generally being the best, most supportive Daddy in the whole world. Man, you are going to be so freaking blessed by having him as your Pops, little one.
Can’t wait to meet you!